"Her presence demanded obedience before a word was spoken."
The Academy's main courtyard fell into unnatural stillness the moment Lady Katheris Bloodraven set foot upon its ancient stones.
She didn't need to raise her voice or bare fangs in dominance displays that lesser wolves required. Her mere presence was sufficient-a force that seemed to thicken the very air around her until it pressed against every supernatural being within range like an invisible weight. The authority she carried had been sharpened by decades of absolute power, worn smooth as polished steel through generations of unquestioned rule.
Students shifted uneasily where they stood, their conversations dying mid-syllable as their wolves responded to ancient instincts older than memory. Heads dipped in automatic submissio
